As a general rule of thumb, if a friend asks you to take a sip of their home-made beer, the sensible response is to hurl yourself through the window and run. Run like hell.
Yet home brewing has come on leaps and bounds since bootleggers sold moonshine from speakeasies disguised as pet shops, and your mate started rustling together a foul tasting brews from baking soda or whatever else he could raid his cupboards for.
And if that fails, we’ll see you at the pub.
